Of Night in Cinders Smeared

Into the sweet night I will not gently go
Nor allow sweet gentleness upon me bestow
A serene, bitterless, earthly detach,
Nor placid poise in release of heaven’s latch.
Virulent against the flow I’ll fight my end
And send to Hades first they who would bend
My fight to follow fate’s fearless fleckless steer
Into the dark of night in cinders smeared.